Kindness in death
day has ended night has fallen ears dont listen when sleep is calling. tired unwilling upstairs i stroll tears will fall eyes won't close. tossing and turning sleep won't come memories haunt me of that special one. sleep will take me
Spiral Of Love
Spiral of love inside her smile Stretched and stretched for more than a mile Sparkles and flashes were her eyes The joy of love was no surprize It shot and blended up and up Until the spiral reached its prime That thatch of hair all tangled and
dad
this i wrote in march for anniversary of my dad`s death,still miss him so much ,i was his blue eyed little girl nd his was my hero
Loss
Written in surreal remembrance to my late mother on a cold and wet April morning in the New England countryside.
Live your life
dealing with the pain of loosing someone
Death It Shall Be
another poem written by my brother, he gave it to me to share here with my CS family, hope you guys like it.
A War?
Sweeping on
Loss and Love
Mourning the loss of my cat...may a new star be born this evening..
The drunk
Something a lil different..
Fractured
Like an earthquake, tragedy and death hit without warning, but love too like life is precious and eternal as each day is so long and we remember those taken away from us will live on in our hearts.
learned scilence
Jamie was my best friend but was killed a few days before his 14 birthday. I wrote this to try and help the other jamies of the world.
Sandy Miles
Sandy miles I have walked Trying to sort all my thoughts Why God took you away from me Just something i couldnt see I knew your pain felt your darkness To live you took the risk How i ache to touch you once more but God well He showed you th
The Wish of Heaven in the Sky!
As one grows older the spirits of our loved ones pass us by! Tis the old Question, is there life after death? In a land of paradise or does the cloak of darkness just consume us and we are no more?
I AM
A friends suicide, stirring up memories of others who took the same path and how i relate that to the path i choose for myself
An Ode ToMy Friend And Boss
I wrote this poem a number of years ago in tribute to a man who was not only my boss but also my friend.He was a quiet genius in electronics and one of the earliest developers of cable TV. At one time he owned 9 systems in 4 states. Since this is Memorial Day I thought it fitting to post my poem.
Death of a Sunflower
Ok, so, about 3 years ago dad and I grew this big gorgeous sunflower. I was almost blinded when I looked at it, but like most flowers, he didn't stay that bright, and slowly died. His stem, seed pod, and leaves still remained as he sat on the stairs and every day I told myself how much I felt sorry for him, and how I'd write a poem about him. Well, it's 3 years later, better late than never eh?
The lonely boy (WWII)
I wrote this poem at the age of 13, i was obsessed with war and i wrote many others
Shadow
I wrote this when my father died, 5years ago
Where Angels never die
I wrote this se4veral years after my dad had passed
As I Lie Dying (A Different Look)
A look from a different direction
Never want to stop hoping
Kind of depressing and a little ... I don't know it just feels young to me. I wrote this a year after my grandma passed away.
We'll say no 'goodbyes'.
A sonnet written on the death of a friend, for in the sweet by and by, we'll meet again.
The Old Oak Tree
The old Oak tree was in pretty bad shape. It had been hit by lightning in 78. Kids climbed on it and broke some branches. About 50 feet away there was a wild cherry, it's bark was very smooth and it's leaves so green. Every year it m
Prison
Here I sit inside these walls A prison not of my making I stare out through shuttered bars The world revolves around me All you see is a broken shell My chin has drool dribbling There is no way you I can tell Inside this shell here is me
gone so soon
My son
Your Grieving Heart
Your Grieving Heart When you first meet your grief Do not expect to feel any relief, It is a wild animal that devours Your heart and soul for endless hours. Do not attempt to stay the beast, But let it enjoy it's evil feast, While you feel
Is This How You Feel
Is This How You Feel Your life has been totally turned around, Hope and sanity are not to be found, The world has turned you upside down And your best smile is a heavy frown. Your heart has been turned inside out, All that mattered is now c
Rules For Grieving
Rules For Grieving There are no rules for grieving, For it's a fight against believing In God and in yourself also, Sapping your will,it won't let go. It is a fight for heart and soul, To take back what Satan stole, For he will confuse w
Forget Me Never
Forget Me Never No,you will not miss me forever And you will forget me never, For we will unite on Heaven's shore, Where we will know parting no more. So be at peace all you poor souls For it is written on ancient scrolls, Eternal life is
There Is A Rainbow
I know there is a rainbow for me to follow, to get beyond my sorrow. Thunder precedes the sunlight, so I'll be all right if I can find that rainbow's end. - Mariah Carey, "Rainbow" (Inspired by the above) There Is A Rainbow I know there is a r
Contained ~ Kickit’s Challenge
Thanks for the challenge kickit.....
No Title
These are my Brother's words and their meanings are for the reader to decide. I feel their sadness!
a borrowed angel
this is for a friend who died on saturday.
The Statue ( Cemetery by the Ga Univ. Stadium )
I pulled out this picture of a beautiful young woman who was made from her picture as a statue after her death in the early 1900's. The sculptor made her taller than her real life but she was beautiful, and you had to go behind a huge marble wall to walk up to her ... it was unusual but get photography..so I pulled out this picture of her and wrote an imaginary poem.
tunnel of light
In the darkness of my dreams i see the light That shines so bright A tunnel so white My heart races I glare at the light On the edge my feet motionless Should I stay or should I go Laughter I hear Relatives call Come my son M
A last
The plane Gone
Pulling You Down
For the loss you have had under these circumstances. My christian sister i am so sorry. For the headaches that you feel and darkness that over whelms you pulling you under. I want to lift you up i want to be there if you need me. I am
From Biloxi, Mississippi.
In memory of my wife Nancy and brother Eddie who both passed away in May 2011...
To Die... Quietly
when it feels very dry...
The moment to lament time’s death
The blue waters – Sky – stand still. On the horizon has anchored, Moon’s pale coloured barque. At the shore have landed, All the sailors – every star. The breath of leaves is choked, The wind has fallen into a lull, The gong demanding silence
What other road
What other road could I’ve taken? Thorns were strewn on each! Relationships over, friends of centuries gone one by one, alone, whichever road and whatever direction I took my feet were bloodied. Those who see me wonder what am I trying to i
The Day Death Comes
How will it be, the day death comes? Perhaps like the gift at the beginning of night, the first kiss on the lips given unasked, the kiss that opens the way to brilliant worlds while, in the distance, an April of nameless flowers agitates the moo